poetry inchoate desires odd jobs

	Bull from the Sea by Anneke Swinehart    author info You rose up outta nowhere really right outta the center of my forehead No, the sea, a warm one, perfect and blue and I knew I wanted To cross over a line a boundary The shore with you under me both of us wet salty tired up to our waist in trouble with a goddess you're married to that I barely know In her presence I underwhelm myself but perhaps you can see through me my finery pulsing beneath my skin glowing from the Inside I am Neptune's daughter a treasure, precious the most beautiful and fierce thing that ever washed up on a beach. I am tempted by bulls My heart racing through the streets risking blood I cannot spare but I am drawn to the soft skin of your muzzle your rough tongue. Undeterred by awkward disguises I am supplicating the heavens, your wife begging for absolution for sins I'll never commit guilty rides you won't take me on a man a god a father inside that hide I'd make boots from so I could always feel you inside my arch kissing my calf under me Sweaty.
	Anneke Swinehart's poetry can be found in Herland anthology #1.  She has been featured at the Albuquerque poetry festival and in the pages of Bad Luck Bingo, a zine out of Austin. Anneke has lived in Italy, Michigan, New Mexico, New York, Montana, and is currently nesting in San Francisco: "I'm loving the fog, the ladies, the agapanthas, ocean, mountains, and forests right out my door, and all the chaos." All material copyright the authors, printed with permission. ^Back to Top^    Back to Archives